A few days ago, I did the impossible. I attended my first college party. My classmate had guts to invite a bunch of people including me. She told me no one ever goes to the events here and there is such a difficulty here to make friends. I couldn’t help but agree and I was actually considering the party. One reason: BOYS. The other: I just wanted to let loose for a night and explore the college scene.
I’m a Straight UP Nerd
I’m not really a drinker, a smoker, nor much of a partier (idk how to spell that). My nights literally include being on YouTube and The Shaderoom. I knew I wasn’t going to go to this college party alone. So, I got my two introverted best friends to go with me. Everyone was sincerely down for this party. Prior to this, my co-worker was telling me party horror stories, but that I should still protect myself. That helped.
PARTY TIME!!!💃
As soon as I arrived at this college party, I was into the dim lights and the music. I was getting so many compliments on my open shoulder red dress and as always, I was just feeling myself. My friend and I drank and after my first drink, I got dizzy and “lit”. I was slurring, uncoordinated, and just talking non-stop. However, I was entertaining and I was definitely entertained. My friends and I talked to a good amount of people that night and we left after an hour. We didn’t meet boys, but we had some serious fun (this is a big deal to nerds).
Maybe I’m Cut Out For The Party Scene
Although there was some morning sickness and rowdiness that followed that night, my roommate and I looked at each other: we are definitely doing this again. I would never imagine myself going to parties, but I enjoyed myself and got to live that NYC “nightlife”. It sucks that this is one of the few/best ways to meet people here at NYU and actually have a conversation with them (people are so stuck up and shy here). But, as worse as I would have imagined it.